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fuck you, im up !!! (prod. combustion) - lu¢ifer lyrics

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[verse 1:]
on gang p-ssy n-gg- blade rip like a beyblade
hit a b-tch face with the pistol grip
i might pull up with the mop don’t slip
ride a escalade
p-ssy taste sweet f-ckin lemonade
minute maid
b-tch, i’m a self-made n-gg-
comin’ for your daughter p-ssy n-gg- pull the trigga
on sight, on god, on my life
i’m a sinner
break a b-tch neck if they pull up
i’m a k!ller

[verse 2:]
f-ck on her waist while i spark up a port
stompin the yard while your mom on the porch
i run the bank up like that sh-t a sport
i’m tuckin the nine to my waist yes of course !

shoutout to my n-gg- orphan
she swallow my kids no abortion
i got it all f-ck a portion
no beast boy n-gg- i’m morphin
sippin codiene for endorphins
multiple b-tches no mormon

prince of the dead n-gg- i ain’ no common
b-tch ain’ no talkin’ just like they a comma
i’m bombin you n-gg-s no allah
beat you so hard you in trauma
thanks for the clout like “de nada”
all of them run cause i stay with the choppa
p-ssy n-gg- fake as f-ck you a oppa, b-tch!
you say you got clout n-gg- that’s a glitch
beat you so hard you gon need a st-tch
run up on me i won’t even flinch
b-tch i am triple six no triple k, so you know i don’t lynch

[verse 3:]
i got ya sister
in your bed i’m finna fist her
she sucked my d-ck
and then i fled before you kissed her
d-ck out like i’m mannish
hear your b-tch she call me mister
i got the glick
f-ck n-gg- imma go dismiss her
she gimme head
she suck it hard and leave a blister !
keepin a gat while all you n-gg-s stayin simple
breakin her back then i leave nut up on her dimple
p-ssy pull up, i leave his body like a cripple
give her my rocket but i ain’t talkin bout a missile
grabbin the glock for all you n-gg-s in dismissal
katana on me, this sh-t a weapon not a pistol !

[verse 4:]
she wanna f-ck but n-gg- i just want head
suck on my d-ck, sweet like a skittle she said
my shooters go hard, they won’t stop til you dead
just like an asylum n-gg-, it’s time for some meds !
i keep the glick so i don’t f-ck with the feds
if i’m in a feature n-gg- i better get creds
or imma shoot up your body leavin the sh-t in d-mn shreds

[outro:]
p-ssy n-gg- run if he shoot then i’m gonna off em
n-gg-s actin goofy i’m leavin them in a coffin
blade in his stomach the blood is what he be coughin
if you see me on your boulevard you better stay in caution
i’m f-ckin on your b-tch cause i’m doin this sh-t often
beat on your bestie cause he be fighting in the mosh pit
b-tch !!!

- lu¢ifer lyrics

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